I was thumbing through Montgomery. I had my guitar on my back when a stranger pulled up beside me in an antique Cadillac. He was dressed like 1950, half drunk and hollowed eyed. Said, Its a long walk to Nashville, would ya like a ride? I sat down seat. Turned on the radio them sad old songs coming out ta that speaker was a solid country gold. Then I noticed a stranger was ghost white pale when he asked me for a light and I knew there was something strange about this ride. He said Mr can you make folks cry when you play and sing. Have you paid your dews, can you moan the blues, can you bend them guitar strings? Boy can you make folks feel what you feel inside? If youre big star bound let me warn ya its a long hard ride.
Posted on: Fri, 08 Aug 2014 15:35:37 +0000
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